Beren dusted himself off, taking it all in stride. He had to admit, despite the horror, it was exciting if nothing else. "Well you saved my life. Or our live, I guess." He said, and blinked at the new light that formed. The floating orb... 

"You can do magic?" He asked, looking at her in a light light. He crossed his arms, impressed.

"You can do the spinny staff thingy?" She said, wiggling her fingers like what he did was also magic.  

Beren almost snorted, trying to hide the inevitable smile. He cleared his throat and enhanced his already moderately deep voice so as to appear as if he was woo'ing someone. "Yes, I spin the thingy quite well, I've been told."

A small rock falling from the air-dried wall that had just been made caused them to be on edge for a brief moment, and it changed the mood and reminded them of where they were. Or better yet: "Where are we?" He asked, looking at the segmented ceiling, before scanning the bodies. He was an avid reader, but he had never had any former schooling past his boyhood tutor, and this was beyond the scope of the layman's expertise.

"I was hoping you knew." Jocasta said, placing a finger on her chin as she examined the mosaics in the stone. Most were of battles with men in nose-guard helms and wielding axes and spears, with the lords carrying swords at their belts. One depicted a dragon in the process of being slain buy an unnamed warrior. "Wherever we are, these ruins are of the old andernic tradition. Which means these tombs could very well be over three thousand years old." 

Such a time frame was beyond the scope of mortal comprehension for the ordinary man, but Beren had a better grasp of such things than most. He had grown up around Dwarves, after all. "I know a bit of old history, but I'm glad you're here." He admitted, which reminded him. He looked her way. "Did you call the owner of this tomb a whore?" 

"No, I called his mother a whore." She said pointedly, winking his way. She carefully vaulted over an ornate stone sarcophagus, twin swords carved across its top. Dust lifted and another small bit of masonry fell, but she made it over and approached the center of the room where a stone lift stood. Atop it was a frame, and within it looked like some sort of precious stone. It glimmered blue in the light, and framing it was a bronzed torque with filigree of pure gold. Around it were small bestial stone guardians that Jocasta promptly walked past.  

"Was that a good idea?" Beren asked, walking up to one of the sarcophogi. There was an alien inscription on it with a few words he vaguely recognized, likely loanwords from Drimgoth. One of them said 'open,' but it could easily read as 'never open this thing you idiot.' Still, Jocasta didn't seem alarmed so he might not need to be anxious on it. He placed his fingers under the stone and lifted it lightly, just enough for the light to peek in.

"Trust me, I'm a professional," She said, and she plucked the crytal-like stone up without toughing the frame it sat on, letting the torque slide down her arm. 

Just as she did so, Beren opened the casket slightly wider and peeked in. There was a sunekn corpse in there, more preserved than the dead outside and wearing a strange crown of iron. He tried to read the runes atop the metal, but suddenly the dead man turned his head. Beren blinked and promptly shut the casket, placing his hands atop it to keep the weight on. "Hey, we might have a problem"